A misty cold morning, dew drops dripping down the window pane, messy bed with blankets- strained ..awaits,
for a little sun blaze, so the coldness doesn't feel so cold and the blaze encase the Earth in its soothing warmth..
so.. the dew drops evaporate, and the mist disappears slowly down the lane, clearing my way upto where I could see- the beauty this nature carries within..
so.. the bed which is messy, is all the more messy with me staying in that place, with a book in one hand, and.. Uhhh..
Some freshly baked muffins?
*If you could please bake that for me!?*
Coz you know what, I just want to laze around, being totally careless about anything or anyone, dissolving around nature, and with books and want shits from people way away from my gasps so that I could be..
ME!
*and I don't have to worry a bit about that* 💕-
You didn't know how a gift was supposed to be packed.
The first time you learnt to neatly press the shimmering
blue gift wrap over the box of muffins you planned to
send to your mom was with me. I made the first fold and
you followed by closing in the other open end.
We managed to complete it, turning in the edges with caution, as if we were wrapping up a newborn delicately.
I saw in your eyes a softness — a spark of doing it with such love that I considered, for a minute, what it would be like
to have a real baby between us.
But the moment one of the edges opened up again,
you lifted your head in dismay, breaking my line of thought
as if you could hear my mind out loud, and you stood up
saying, “No, I can't. It's too tough for me.”
You never learned to wrap anything.-
Tu mri zindgi hai
Tre bin ab me kuch bhi nhi
Na jane kyu nhi smaj pate hai log
Tre bin jeena hai aab nhi mumkin
Chala jate hai log vakth ke sath
Rhe jati hai bs yaade is jahan me
Socha tha tujhse bs tujse hi pyr karugi
Aab khud se pyr ho gya iss aklepan me jeene lgi hu na Jane me ksi thi or ksi ho gyi
Na kisi ka ghum hai na kisi ki kushi
Bs zindgi chal rhi hai bs chal rhi hai
Na jane kb hai or kha Tak hai
Ye adhura sa pan nhi jeena hai deta
N jane kyu tre mre sath nhi hota
-
Twinkling star and a company to go with
Is
muffins with delicious feasts.-
Our miniature kind of problems seem so terrific to us, that we tend to ignore people's sufferings and pain.
Because, those muffins we have on a daily basis are a dream to some people, who celebrate only with a slice of bread.-
Muje mayar ( respect) nhi milta me,
Me awara nhi firta
Jannn mri soch samj ke khona muje me kabhi vsp nhi milta ❤️-
She took every fresh orchids she can find in the shop and those yummy blueberry muffins he liked, she did a pep-talk to herself and smoothed the blue colour dress, she smiled remembering how he complimented her when she wore that dress,
she walked towards him and hid the beautiful orchids and muffins behind her back, she talked to him for hours and then she finally said those words with tears in her eyes "I love you dad wish you were here" she cried and then sat there looking at his father's grave remembering all those beautiful memories she had spend with him,a small smile forming on her lips and then she laid those flowers on his grave and ate his favourite muffins thinking he was beside her eating with her peacefully....
and that's how fellas she celebrated her 18th birthday.-